Flailing your arms,
gasping for air.
Hearing alarms
but know one's there.
Drowning in thoughts,
seeing no end.
Now seeing spots,
it's time to descend.
You fall deep,
deeper than 12 feet.
Your ears fill,
your hearing stops.
It's all downhill
as your corpse drops.
You hit the bottom,
facing towards the sky.
You face defeat,
you are going to die.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of sorts
PoesíaThere's different topics of poetry here. Both happy and sad mixed together. #48 sad poems 1/6/2021 #33 poem book 12/19/2020 #62 poetry collection 12/19/2020 #26 thoughts and feelings 11/25/2020 #29 drowning 12/21/2020 #13 joyful 12/21/2020 #7 hope...
